Navel Jutsu by Pink Navel Lyrics
[Verse]
Too short of one thing at times
Race ambiguous
Face ambiguous
Gotta give it space when I'm thinking off too much
Who am I, who is you, I could wear a new tux
I could wear an old denim dress that i bought
To impress my own thoughts
Would make beats inside it
Then change before the homies come through so they could buy it
Had a client once call me
The only "boy" in Toms he
Thought that it was odd I wore shoes for small fries
Or ladies in his mind
Kicked out after session over got cash and went to the tailor
Went to the thrift shop
Bought a record and a flannel vest
That goes down to the middle of my calf
I am wearing it to write this
But will change once a nigga says "hey, could you hype us?
Could you hype this gig we have you on?
“YOUNG MALE RAPPER TAKES RAP BARS TOO FAR?"
I take it all too far, thoughts scattered lost patterns shop at the ER
Kinda think scrubs are tight
Not when they tight on me
But I'd wear a tee if it had bright arms
I could sew it myself
A beat gown that I wear to impress
The simple need in my chest
Navel not nice cause knifes cut their best clothes
Cause knifes keep their chest closed
Cause why is it a problem if they feel the best clothed?
If they want to open shows, nice slacks would be helpful
But sometimes a nigga wants to simply change the schedule
I dunno
It's a handful of moments I feel
Chosen to keep quiet
No wonder beats are the only reason I desire
Life to keep its fire
I think if I could just dispel all my expired skin
Hair, organs physical human gorgeousness
If it was gone I could adorn myself
A kick and a snare loop
And the air between is me there floating
No worries bought if dresses are a problem for this boy we'd
Rather just rock to this..
When you are reading vinyl record inserts
Do you think you could be a song on the wax turn
I think this is the one I would be
Strong but a soft tone lost in a loopy
Navel arrested to it
Wish they could change to beyond a body
Dot dev is the file extension I'm sorry
My spitting is glorified reflection
Do you think i'm doing this for pension
Do you think you are the reason for raw navel album collection
Songs to keep head spin, off
This is not for you I wish I could change
To this track so you would see that
My fluently spoke flame insane
True to me that I can do it
Raw navel on track list you spit
Every one
Feeling better that these songs are getting done
Navel not nice when I'm quietly projecting fun
My songs taken me to a place that I thought I
Wouldn't get without buying fried expired ox hide
To wear when I spit my hair falls to a lop side
Feel good when it happen tho
Navel knew it first that the words keep them apropos
Good loop, drive it out
Drink dunkies like a little girl
I'm feeling fine this way and if I bounce
I could bounce with a new curl
On my locks locking greatness
Of artwork and faces
Remembering my tapes in
The back the van
Vanessa probably could've standed years of our command
Artwork is the gas that fuels my van fast
And keeps me on lock to life's that stay vast
Navel attracts rap so close that they wish
Dot dev was a wave to ride stealing bases
In a way that keeps them as a file in the basement
Computer bumping same great hit every click of it
Never have to change if the file stays intimate
Too short of one thing at times
Race ambiguous
Face ambiguous
Gotta give it space when I'm thinking off too much
Who am I, who is you, I could wear a new tux
I could wear an old denim dress that i bought
To impress my own thoughts
Would make beats inside it
Then change before the homies come through so they could buy it
Had a client once call me
The only "boy" in Toms he
Thought that it was odd I wore shoes for small fries
Or ladies in his mind
Kicked out after session over got cash and went to the tailor
Went to the thrift shop
Bought a record and a flannel vest
That goes down to the middle of my calf
I am wearing it to write this
But will change once a nigga says "hey, could you hype us?
Could you hype this gig we have you on?
“YOUNG MALE RAPPER TAKES RAP BARS TOO FAR?"
I take it all too far, thoughts scattered lost patterns shop at the ER
Kinda think scrubs are tight
Not when they tight on me
But I'd wear a tee if it had bright arms
I could sew it myself
A beat gown that I wear to impress
The simple need in my chest
Navel not nice cause knifes cut their best clothes
Cause knifes keep their chest closed
Cause why is it a problem if they feel the best clothed?
If they want to open shows, nice slacks would be helpful
But sometimes a nigga wants to simply change the schedule
I dunno
It's a handful of moments I feel
Chosen to keep quiet
No wonder beats are the only reason I desire
Life to keep its fire
I think if I could just dispel all my expired skin
Hair, organs physical human gorgeousness
If it was gone I could adorn myself
A kick and a snare loop
And the air between is me there floating
No worries bought if dresses are a problem for this boy we'd
Rather just rock to this..
When you are reading vinyl record inserts
Do you think you could be a song on the wax turn
I think this is the one I would be
Strong but a soft tone lost in a loopy
Navel arrested to it
Wish they could change to beyond a body
Dot dev is the file extension I'm sorry
My spitting is glorified reflection
Do you think i'm doing this for pension
Do you think you are the reason for raw navel album collection
Songs to keep head spin, off
This is not for you I wish I could change
To this track so you would see that
My fluently spoke flame insane
True to me that I can do it
Raw navel on track list you spit
Every one
Feeling better that these songs are getting done
Navel not nice when I'm quietly projecting fun
My songs taken me to a place that I thought I
Wouldn't get without buying fried expired ox hide
To wear when I spit my hair falls to a lop side
Feel good when it happen tho
Navel knew it first that the words keep them apropos
Good loop, drive it out
Drink dunkies like a little girl
I'm feeling fine this way and if I bounce
I could bounce with a new curl
On my locks locking greatness
Of artwork and faces
Remembering my tapes in
The back the van
Vanessa probably could've standed years of our command
Artwork is the gas that fuels my van fast
And keeps me on lock to life's that stay vast
Navel attracts rap so close that they wish
Dot dev was a wave to ride stealing bases
In a way that keeps them as a file in the basement
Computer bumping same great hit every click of it
Never have to change if the file stays intimate